"I thought he was dead!"
"Someone told me he was travelling the world in Sinclair C5!"
"Really? I heard he was re-painting the Sistine Chapel with a toothbrush and a pot of Duluxe !"
All wrong of course! I've been jumping through my arsehole for Jesus, if it's any of your business. Which it's not.
I have to admit, I'm fascinated by parochialism. That notion that nothing that happens anywhere else is of any importance, unless there are fellow Scots/Brits/Belgians etc involved. A prime example of it was seen today on a newsagent billboard for the Daily Record.
"Scottish Victims of Nickell Murderer!"
Ok, I know, it's just an angle, it's about flogging sub-literate printed bum wad to people who have trouble walking and talking at the same time. Thing is, this all comes from a newspaper that looks down it's nose at the very notion of Scottish independence as something tacky and small-minded, as something a little bit................parochial?
Tonights music comes courtesy of Kinky Friedman, of Texas Jewboys fame.
Kinky for president!!
